← v15n1, Spring 2016
Poetry · Volume 15, Number 1

Juices

Here it is again

I never wanted it

a breakfast

and a Sunday

like this one

(really

I never wanted it)

she thinks

it’s all part of it

(with all

the nice touches)

ah black coffee

juices (juices)

ham and

what shall I say

fingers

under a skirt like that

that / is / Spring

birds singing

that is

everything good

under one roof

thinking in lines

moods

from records

the casual

fucking

a little here a little there

the just pretending

then everything

stops

wipe off the table

she says: that’s typical

that

there on the paper